And to think that I saw it on Mulberry Street

I just went to ConDor in San Diego. While I was there, I saw a great many odd and not so odd things, as per usual. I also heard something which left me somewhat disturbed, simply because the thought had never occured to me before, and this squicked me. It squicked me all the more because, compared with some of the other things I saw at the Con, you would have thought I would have been blase about this one item and squicked by the others. But I am an odd person, and here's what disturbed me:

During one panel, the topic turned to horses. An ordinary subject, granted. I was not, however, prepared to watch a woman in the audience go into full anglo-saxon attitudes, paroxysms of joy, and a look of beatitude on her face as she described the joy with which her horse leapt out of its stall, frolicked about and farted, and how much it enjoyed farting and frolicking, and twitching its ass as it farted and frolicked.

Now, I take my dog out in the morning. My dog frolicks. My dog then takes a dump on the patio. My dog then frolicks up to me and I praise her lavishly for having taken a dump on the patio (as opposed to indoors on the rug). However, call me old fashioned, but while I consider the frolicking cute, bowel movements are simply a biological necessity, and the only reason I praise them is because I'm doing positive reinforcement. I'm certainly not going to brag about them to the neighbors, let alone tell an audience of convention goers about it. (Yes, I am mentioning them to the whole world here, but note that there are no attitudes of joy contained in this post, not even emoticons.)

Then again, who knows--I'm probably just a philistine who never appreciated the joy of urinating children statues either.

Now that you know what disturbs me, here's what else I saw at the con which didn't disturb me. At one panel, someone next to me, who I'd taken to be a rather butch young lesbian with huge breasts, informed the room that she was a he, a female to male transexual. I couldn't see it, but the proper PC thing to do is to let people be whatever gender they want and shrug it off.

Then at one of the parties I ran into Cat, who's apparently male, but has breasts, but more than that, is getting himself (herself?) transformed into a tiger, or at least as far as tattoos and surgery will allow.



As I heard, he's wanting to get a movable tail implanted too.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but think that the overall effect was more aesthetically pleasing, and likely cheaper, than what Michael Jackson has done to himself. Then again, Jacko currently looks like the offspring of an unholy union between Diana Ross and the Crypt Keeper, so this is not saying much.